阳光翻进夏的围墙,红彤彤一片,灼得我骨头生痛,整个皮肤泛起了古铜色。阿尘一袭香云纱旗袍,仿如张爱玲笔下二十世纪二三十年代旧上海里浸洇着墨香的大家闺秀,生生把一抹子书卷气息,带进了这火炉一般的重庆。随长江水顺流而下,我们相携走入了重庆丰都鬼城。对于早已是走过生死的我们,鬼门关的恐怖、奈何桥上的一步三回头,都抵不过对生命的热爱。我们舍弃别的景点而入住 Sunshine into the summer wall, a bright red, burning my bones pain, the whole skin bronze. A dust dressed in Xiangyun yarn cheongsam, like the Eileen Chang Eileen Chang’s Twentieth Century 20 to 30 years old Shanghai immersed in ink with incense of the ladies, life and life to a touch of book volume atmosphere, brought into this stove-general Chongqing. With the downstream of the Yangtze River, we walked into the ghost town of Fengdu in Chongqing. For us already passed the life and death of us, the horrors of the gate of hell, but why the bridge step by step back, but arrived at the love of life. We give up other attractions and stay